“You saved her. She got one more year. One more year of love.”
“Your tooth fairy money saved her.”
“Best investment ever made.”
Tom got a better job. Nights at a warehouse. I watch Madison when he works. She does homework at my kitchen table. We got another dog. Rescue. Named him Duck. Madison insisted.
“Daisy would want us to save another dog,” she said.
She was right.
I’ve got Madison’s drawing framed in my living room. Me with wings on a motorcycle. Right next to my brother’s picture. Two angels. One in heaven. One on a Harley.
Madison’s twelve now. Still calls me Mr. Bear Angel. Still believes in miracles. Starting to notice boys, which terrifies Tom. But she’s good. Strong. Like her mom, Tom says. Like Daisy, I think.
Last week, she was doing homework at my table. “Bear?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m no hero, kiddo.”Continue reading…
